Fog does not come on little cat feet here.
Wind is the voice and the song of the prairie.
“Cardinals sit like bright gift bows on snowy branches and bring cheer to colorless winter days.” c.e.hollis Not a leaf is left on the sky-reaching branches of the sycamore tree outside my family room window. The cardinals love the debarked limbs and the seed feeders hung like Christmas tree ornaments in its branches. They are […]